Well then,
there was a picture
on the wall
of books burning
and a child of the room
reading
before they burned them all,
book and child.
The mirror reflected the sky in a blank room
as if to say:
waste your life looking sometimes
when the sky is outside of you always,
Jealous of its freedom.
Brother watched as sisters lived and died in that room
that room watched back as brother dies
he is buried
in a tomb at sea.
these looks are long forgotten as
the day drags its same old dog
down the stairs.
It's definately time to leave.
